The palisade of our dwelling place is stick-in-the-mud,
no one would let their shoulders laud.
Scribbles of failure are clearly painted over yonder,
black, red, and blue are trying to be louder.
Our porch lights start to crack,
it can't even show the white mark.
The spiders don’t dare to approach it,
afraid to cover the gaping wound, he said.
The furnace has cooled,
the rats began looking for their new room.
One hole three-way was found,
little ant guide them around.
The cheerful girl is gone,
engulfed by the cold of the ground.
Yesterday, the two pair stared at each other blind,
embraced the crescent moon in your smile.
Now there are only sobs from the cubicle,
the next three hours were broken into a memory.
“Will it bring a thousand messages for her?”
The ruler of nature gave him a white lantern,
take her out of this moment,
set their foot on the red soil.
There is only one pond,
which makes it look cerulean.
Trenggalek, 9 Maret 2021
Biodata Penulis
Nisrina Fauziyah Fahrudin adalah mahasiswa Fakultas Ilmu Budaya yang tinggal di Trenggalek, Jawa Timur. Saat ini ia berada di semester 4 dalam jenjang pendidikannya. Setiap kegiatan dan ilmu yang ia dapat dari ketertarikannya pada puisi, menjadi hal yang sangat bermakna. Untuk berakrab diri dengan Nisrina, bisa berkunjung ke:
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